Short Story: Home

Female's Point of View - Conditioning - Hypnosis

​“That’s it, little one...” he said, gently caressing my jaw line as he looked down into my eyes. “Deeper and deeper...”

His touch sent lazy waves of tingles washing down my skin and a puffy cloud of warmth in my mind. My world shrank a little more as the addictive numbness pulled me deeper into my own little hypnotic subspace of submission.

As I knelt there, half dressed and completely open to the man that had become the center of my universe, my body simmered with intoxicating pleasure. The arousal that coursed along my nerves was no longer under my conscious control. Session after session, he had methodically conditioned both my mind and body to react exactly like he wished.

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​A simple touch...

A specific look...

A few delectable words...

My pleasure became an automatic response to his special brand of control and dominance. Everything about him became a source of carnal excitement I could no more resist than trying to prevent air from filling my lungs.  

So deep was his mastery of me that a simple snap of his fingers completely derails my thoughts and I instantly fall deep into my hypnotic subspace. Regardless of what I was doing or how I felt, my body and mind immediately obeyed his will and pleasure bloomed unchecked within me.

But pleasure and erotic ecstasy is not why I’m so addicted to his mind manipulating control. 

I dive head first into hypnotic oblivion because even if I know that each time I do he conditions me to obey, I simply can’t deny the deep euphoric peace I feel in his tender care.

The feeling is unlike any other.

It goes beyond happiness...

Beyond sexual pleasure...

It is a feeling I believe we all unconsciously crave in our everyday lives. A feeling that his special brand of hypnotic dominance enhances to exquisite heights. It is a particular mix of emotions that only comes from the deeply familiar and creates a sense of warm comfort that only exists when you find yourself in a place where you can finally rest and let your guard down. A place where our social masks and endless responsibilities fade away in the background, giving us a few precious moments of singular peace. 

That is exactly how it feels when I grant him passage to the depths of my mind and I feel his voice reach into my mind to push away my scattered thoughts. Therefore allowing my submissive self to awaken to his command and offer me that same sense of priceless peace.

I could do without the mind melting pleasure... The impossible arousal… The wonder and surprise of his post hypnotic suggestions…

I would gladly allow myself to be helplessly compelled to do any number of menial tasks if I could keep feeling that special comfort I’ve only found deep in his hypnotic embrace.

You may wonder about what I found there and the answer is so simple that it could very well disappoint you.

Home...

As mundane as it sounds, I’ve found a hearth warmer than any home I’ve ever lived in. Sinking into his control allows me the same sense of peace and comfort as finally crashing into my favorite sofa, completely safe and isolated from the anxieties of the world around me as you allow yourself to bask in that wonderfully brief moment when you can finally unwind. 

Much like slipping into a hot bath after a trying week, slipping into trance warms my whole being in the same tender ways.

Only...

He multiplies that feeling to infinity. Extended past our sessions by his lingering presence in my mind. A presence I feel in every quiet moment of my day when the shadows of his hypnotic control compels me to do or feel something wondrous and deeply specific.

In those moments, I can savor the same peace I feel when I surrender my mind to his embrace.

That is why I willingly kneel at his feet, sinking into his dominance of my mind, not because I get a special kick out of being his compelled plaything, but because I’m addicted to the warmth of his hypnotic care.

Like being wrapped in a heavy blanket on a cold night.

I’m no fool, I’m well aware that the more I indulge in that sense of peace and yield my conscious thoughts away, the deeper he sinks his control and the stronger his dominance becomes, the warmer I feel.

That cycle has been building on itself ever since we started down this path of hypnotic exploration.

In the beginning, I expected to feel pleasure. I expected to feel wonder and surprise.

But I never expected to feel so safe...

At home...

Comfortable in a way that allowed me to completely let go of everything in my life without care or worry. My anxieties and stress hold no sway when I surrender my mind to him. I’m free of everything that weighs me down and I become cocooned in tenderness as his will reshapes the landscape of my mind and desires.

I obey his every game and desire like the well trained submissive he created.

Because in the embrace of his hypnotic dominance...

​I am home.